02| seongje

Hu-min takes a step forward, gently letting go of your hand to put you behind his back, trying to shield you from the stares of Seongje's group.
"You arrived just in time, Seongje," Hu-min said defiantly, raising his fists. "Let's finish this once and for all."
Seongje doesn't even hear him. His eyes remain fixed on the part of your face peeking out from behind your boyfriend's shoulder. His imposing posture shifts; he slowly lowers his hands, and a sly, dangerous, and utterly confident smile spreads across his lips. The fighting atmosphere shatters completely when Seongje takes a step forward, disregarding the rules of engagement.
"Well, Hu-min..." Seongje said, his husky voice echoing in the alley. "I knew you were stealing my merchandise, but I didn't know you had the prettiest treasure in the area."
Hu-min tenses up instantly, noticing where his rival's gaze is going.
"Don't look at her, idiot. She has nothing to do with this," your boyfriend growls, standing completely in front of you.
Seongje lets out a dry laugh, recklessly closing the distance. His dangerous gaze pierces Hu-min before reconnecting with you, devouring you with his eyes, letting you know immediately that you're on his radar and that he couldn't care less that you have a boyfriend.
"It's a shame such a beautiful girl is with a loser who drags her into an alley to watch him get beaten to a pulp," Seongje says, fixing you with such an intense gaze that you take a step back. "Relax, sweetheart. I'm not going to leave you a widow today... but start learning my name, because very soon you'll be mine."

The two rival gangs are lined up on either side, murmuring and bumping fists, waiting for the main course: the direct confrontation between Seongje and his eternal rival, Hu-min.
Seongje stands in the center of the vacant lot, adjusting the bandages on his hands with a chilling calm that's almost frightening. His eyes are fixed on the alley entrance, waiting to see the guy who's been sabotaging his territory for months. For Seongje, this fight isn't just about pride; it's about showing who's boss.
Hu-min doesn't come alone. He comes holding your hand.

You walk a step behind your boyfriend, gripping his jacket sleeve tightly. You don't like this violent atmosphere, but Hu-min insisted you come with him because he didn't want to leave you alone in such a dangerous area. Your presence immediately stands out among all the dark clothing and bruised faces; you look delicate, oblivious to all the hostility.
Seongje looks up, ready to throw the first insult, but the words freeze in his throat.
His dark, sharp eyes lock onto you, and for the first time in his life, his gangster brain completely shuts down. He watches as your eyes scan the room in fear, as your lips twitch with nerves, and as you seek protection in the arm of his worst enemy. A wave of heat, entirely different from rage, surges through his chest. In a matter of seconds, the obsessive, territorial fixation that defines Seongje shifts its focus: he no longer cares about the fight, he no longer cares about the territory. He wants you. It infuriates him to see your hands belong to Hu-min.